Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week’s excellent photo by John Robinson reminds me of a long ago incident on a bridge on Glasgow’s Great Western Road over the River Kelvin.
And due to a lack of time, I am badly over the word count this week.
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Click here to hear the story read aloud by the author, in an increasingly Scottish accent!:
Nice suit, I say.
The guy with the nice suit stops.
He doesn’t have much choice, Wee Tam is right in front of him.
Thanks, he says, trying to manoeuvre his way around Wee Tam.
This is harder than it sounds, because Wee Tam is not called Wee Tam because he is in any way diminutive.
No, he is called Wee Tam because his dad was Big Tam.
Wee Tam is a few inches taller than my six feet, and built along the lines of a bomb shelter.
You a lawyer, I say to the guy.
Um, no, accountant, he says, looking longingly over my shoulder, perhaps towards the now impossibly distant wine bar.
Even better, I say.
Why, asks the guy, with perhaps understandable suspicion.
Numbers, I say, how far down is the river, d’you reckon?
Taking a step further away from the parapet, he peers out.
Maybe fifty feet, he stammers.
So if I drop something off, how long till it hits the water, I ask, pleasantly.
He gulps, tries again to escape, but Wee Tam is tight on him.
Couple of seconds, he squeaks.
Got your stop watch, Tam, I ask.
Aye, says Wee Tam.
Is that your briefcase, I ask the guy.
Take it, he yelps, thrusting it at me and taking off at a run.
I shrug, look at Wee Tam.
I only wanted to borrow a pencil, I say.